Preface:
If our encounter is just a sad joke, then, dear, tell me: What should we do?
Now I only know how to look up at the sky, not because I am confused, but because you once told me: I have to be strong without you. So I often raise my head and let the tears stay in my eyes.
However, I will still go to that place often, because only there can I remember the first time we met. My dear, I want to go back to that moment and look at you as innocently as I did then. It has always been like this.
You left me so easily, without even saying goodbye, dear, what should I do? I'm afraid that I will forget you, forget our meeting, our past. Now, only the song we share is left in my mind...